Dead Drop Page #4

Go! Go!

Really?

Come on. Move it.

So a dentist, huh?

l don't make a lot of money.

Yeah, l'm sure they do.

You just don't seem to look like one.

That's all.

l don't know.

My dad wants me to do it.

Good for him.

- Hey. Come here.

- No! No! No!

You'd be dead already, Ozzy.

Stay with me.

Jesus.

Move it.

- This thing?

- Yeah.

What if they know we're here?

No. They don't know

l own this thing.

Oh. Come on.

Why?

Relax, okay?

You can go on a dummy.

And what if l say no?

Well, let me think, Ozzy.

- Get in the trunk. Go on.

- That's not fair.

Sweet dreams.

Hepe, he's here.

Get up.

Get up.

Sit down.

Go.

Open the door!

We need to get out of here!

Hepe. Hepe, please.

Please let me go in, sir.

Come on, sir. Please.

Are you okay?

We got to go.

- Stay with me.

- Okay.

Oh, l'm sorry.

l just wanted to get some air.

Yeah? Well, you got it.

l'll explain later.

We got to go, okay?

Come on.

Sh*t.

Stay with me, baby.

Stay with me, stay with me.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Get in!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Please, baby.

Please, baby. Come on, baby.

Miguel.

Miguel. Miguel. Listen to me.

Hey. This is where my dad.

Okay. Should be okay. All right.

Ozzy. The Light.

Get the light closer, please.

Senior.

She lost a lot of blood.

ls she going to be okay?

We're going to do everything we can.

Thank you.

Thanks, Ozzy.

Thank you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

l'm putting it away.

l didn't mean to shot her, Michael.

l was just trying to bring you in.

Who is she?

She's everything,

you understand?

Yeah.

Santiago.

l need to tie this, Dwight.

Where is he?

Check your phone.

All right. Go get him.

- How much?

- l'm coming down to 3,000 feet.

Okay. All right.

Just keep it there, all right?

- Low and slow.

- Will do. l'll take care of it.

What is it?

Okay.

Doing pretty well.

Yeah. l don't know

why l didn't see it.

You see what?

What are you talking about?

Well, l took you in, right?

And, you know. l pay you.

Uh-uh, yeah.

Like - like my brother. l like you.

My brother would never do this,

would you?

- Where are you getting this...

- Where's my money, Miguel?

Your money?

Come on, San. l don't know.

Maybe you left it.

Where did you put it?

What are you talking about?

You know, when you came to me,

you're very smart

and you learned very quickly,

you know.

You almost knew too much.

What do you mean

too f***ing much?

Just my f***ing business

l know too much.

Where's my money?

l don't have a f***ing clue

who got your goddamn money, San.

You come clean and confess to me

and maybe l'll let you live.

No worries, Miguel.

F*** you.

Okay, okay. Okay.

Get up.

Why, Miguel?

Why?

l took you in.

l made you.

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